Mothballs, I can't get the smell out my clothes
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YYZ, racing 'cause the gate 'bout to close
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New York is callin' up on me and the bros
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I left Candice, now my heart might explode
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Three months it's been since we even said hello
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She wasn't good to me anyway and I know
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I just can't picture leaving nobody home
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This has to work so I get Neeks off that stove
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I need security 'cause niggas is hoes
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I need a girl that's on the cover of Vogue
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I just hoped that someday, someone would love me
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Ooh, oh
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You're doing that thing, you're doing that thing
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You're doing that thing, you're doing that thing again
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Moving that tongue with that ring again
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Treat that star, mention Michelin
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She from Michigan, but she taste like water
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The cleanest water, ooh, yeah
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Clean as this cup
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I been peakin' off that Addy every day
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It's been hard for me to put that shit away
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Drinkin' four or five bottles of the wine
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Got a glass in my hand every time
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I got the worst reputation in our town
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I been seen with all the baddest hoes around
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On God, swimmin' in the cat 'til I drown
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Bitches wanna take a dip in my account
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Ayy, what?
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It come it me tonight, baby, humble me tonight, are you still around?
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Are you still around?
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Are you still around?
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Yardville thrills, baby-blue pills, slop-top skills
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I remember baggin' up and no frills
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'Sauga City kid, got you blushin' on cam
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What?
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I remember stressin' over bills like a Buffalo fan, uh
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Now shorties call me Drake, not Aubrey Graham, damn
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And you're doin' well for yourself just like you planned
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Let me help you expand
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I'm the only one that understand
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You're doing that thing, you're doing that thing
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You're doing that thing, you're doing that thing again
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Moving that tongue with that ring again
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Treat that star, mention Michelin
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She from Michigan, but she taste like water
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The cleanest water, ooh, yeah
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Clean as this cup
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Ooh
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Ooh
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MOTH BALLS
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| PARTYNEXTDOOR & Drake |
